"...i will not kiss you..."

When Things Go Crazy.

I hate the weather in Singapore lately.

Firstly, there aren't anymore rainy days to look forward too. Secondly, the freaking weather now is outrageously, HOT. I can feel the sun rays penetrating through my clothes. I know it's a haven to sun-tanners and such but alot of it is seriously causing an islandwide epidemic. LIKE hello? Could i have winter please? Shawn is in Japan now (i want something Japanese by the way lol), and i'd give up anything to have the extremely low freezing weather there. I love cold temperatures. I can turn down the air con to it's lowest temperature and i'll still be at my utmost comfort point. Though, sometimes i could detect a tiny shiver, BUT i am not complaining lol.

Singapore would be on par with the Sahara anytime soon if the scorching sun still decides to play on.

I just came back from town, and the buckets of perspiration i collected, were countless. Nope, i don't even think i'm even close to exaggeration here. Whatever it is, i'll put the temperature aside and let's talk about more happy things.

I mentioned earlier Shawn is in Japan now right? Well if everything goes well, i'll be heading over to Thailand this June! Woot! It's so fun to be on a vacation and seeing Shawn in Japan, is like the envy of others and myself haha. But not to fret, Thailand in June and maybe Japan at the end of the year! YIPPEE. I can't wait for my Thailand trip though.

I'm flying off alone to meet up with my pals there though cause i've got something urgent to attend too on the 13th of June; which was our initial plans. So i'm flying off on the 14th, ALONE. Now, how cool is that?! I know maybe some of you have done so and stuff but hey flying off alone is uber fun and a first time for me. HAHA. It's sort off like a solo traveller but not for the entire trip haha.

Alright guys, i gotta hit the sack. Zouk's Flea and Easy Market tomorrow! Alrighty Ciaoz.

P.S. Shawn dude sorry about the gig man really am =(, will gain more lobangs especially for you; promise.

"...necessary noise..."

A Cup Of Nails.

Hello world. There is melancholy in the air, that might slowly drown me tonight. To shun it away, is my main move but it seemed to penetrates even further. I hate such nights especially on a warm gloomy night where feelings of rancor and such rankling resentment protrudes out into this harsh night. What the hell, i hate being emo at all the wrong hour.

It's not raining. The trinkling drops of water from the clouds above didn't occur. Rain is pretty much the right concoction of an emotional ride for the night. But instead, i was greeted by the island's humidity. Where's La Nina when you need her? Devouring myself with happy thoughts, is slowly taking effect. The "steep" progression of this thoughts, is taking way too much of it's own sweet time. I sing a lugubrious song tonight, if you can comprehend my feelings.

Let me fathom these feelings of the other world in me.

I want to be happy but it's those inevitable nights. And i can't help it. It's quite depressing, wait no; it's uber depressing. If depression would be a middle name, it'll be mine. I abhor this blog entry, because no flowers or butterflies filled the page. The perfect colours of the rainbow, diminished at the thought of it. Leaving, a deep void with full of regret and misery. Ah man, why am i wallowing down such resentful thoughts. Where demons and darkness rules the night, particularly my night.

Thank you very much pandora.

I'll lay my head down, with these whirling thoughts running across my minds. As i take a deep plunge into the void i'm in, i'll try to avoid such nights at all cost. Starring at the cold hard ceiling puts the weary mind at ease, but will these feelings of severe aggression and my woebegone appearance depletes through the night?



"...emo la..."

Jobs.

I'm kinda worried what might come by, after i receive my pink ic. I've been job-searching endlessly day and night via the the internet and newspaper. It's one hell of a task. None of the ads, shines through or screams at me to gain my interest. Or maybe i'm just too picky.

I shamefully confess that i do look for the IT job, where high flying cash rolls in every month with maximum relaxation. Who doesn't? I ought to snap back to reality. I'm still circling around the the design arena and certain job vacancies caught my attention. I applied for Digital Artist at Mediacorp, Visual Merchandiser/Graphic Designer at Ikea and i'm gonna apply the Graphic/Set Designer at Zouk. I know it seems far fetched, wait does it?! I am looking for a decent designing job though. But i did one funny choice, to sign up as a Teacher under MOE, teaching arts. Is that hillarious or what!?

My mom had a good laugh for a minute or two and later stoically munch down her dinner.

Oh well. I'll continue later. Goodnight all.

"...good morning..."

Oh Man This Sucks.

It sucks sometimes when i'm the bearer of bad/unfortunate/sad news. Argh, a part of me is thinking whether could your friends accept the outcome or answer. Are they reasonable enough to understand? Or will they act extra cold towards me, and sometimes an act of hindrance or somekind of hatred might develop. Argh. This situation sometimes puts me in some kind of dilemma. I could do nothing more but apologise incessantly even though i'm not at fault. But it really sucks to see my friends feeling/looking disappointed, as much as they claim they are not. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to feel what your friends feel. All it takes is a true friend to understand how one feels. Haiz.

But just a note, i'm only the messenger; not the choice maker. And it's always the messenger who feels it all.

Argh.

Another note; there's some kind of power failure lately in my estate. The other night, the street lamps went out leaving the streets in ultra darkness. Tonight, the street lamps including the ones at the public carpark decided to pull a fast one. It's uber dark and scary. Only minimal glows coming from hdb unit where some of those late night residents considering tucking into bed this very moment is pretty much a sin.

It was disappointing that Arsenal lost to Chelsea in yesterday's match. My house went into some kind of a weird power failure causing me to scamper around in the dark while the game was about to go to half time. Oh well. Thank god for updates from a fellow friend. But the updates were full of mixed emotions. I was on cloud nine when Sagna score, but not a moment too soon, Chelsea dominated the match. Double the argh.

Oh well. I've always been a soccer fan, especially the World Cup. But i've never been or will be a soccer player because i know i extremely suck at it. I'm more off a watcher, a very silent but determined watcher. I don't go crazy over a red card or whatsoever unless there's a need to do so. LOL. I'll just glue my eyes onto the tellie and intensely feel the roaring goals in my very own world.

I've got this email from my friend with some uber cool paper cuts. Entries for an art contest at the Hirshorn Modern Art Gallery in DC. The rule was that the artist could use only one sheet of paper. And they can come up with such brilliant and querky pieces i tell you.











"...i'm sorry, yet again..."

Bedok View.

I just got back not too long ago after a night of major catch ups with the secondary school friends at Simpang Bedok. It was such an expressive night since we've not met up for ages and the joy of reminiscing the good old past that vivid lingers in our not so forgotten memories. It was good.

It was really good.

It's funny on how time passes by within a blink of an eye, because it was almost a decade ago that i first had my secondary school experience. Like they say, it's the beginning of your teenagehood. It's those juvenile years that you actually learn from. The days where the wardrobe runs from nothing more daily but my beige and white shirt nicely pressed for school. Where, crushes or "steadies" became the epitome of all boy-girl relationships. I remembered clearly in my early high school years, i was pushing myself so hard to be part of the top 10 in school for every year in my cohort and i did. Come to think of it, i was at my extreme happiness when i got to know that i clinched my goal. The edusave bursary thingie came in quite useful i guess but somehow i have no idea where did the cash go after my mom banked it in. Oh well. Being a prefect then but yet a rascal was my trademark. Instead of being a role model as what teachers think prefects are, i was the total opposite.

I was a devil, perfectly decked with the prefect tie. Oh man, i'm such a scoundrel.

Being the imp that i am, nothing stops me from being a top student and i guess that's where the teachers actually closes one of their eyes when i'm up to no good at times. Hurhur. Nope, i wasn't any teacher's pet, i was far from it. But i guess they do look for me when it comes to decorating or designing purposes. Oh, during my secondary school days was when people discovered my flair in the arts. Oh well, i didn't take up the Arts stream though because pure Humanities was my love.

I love History and Geography hell alot. The wonderous facts of the past and the discovering on how the world evolves tends to intrigue my inquisitve mind. I'll end up researching via my very own sources. I totally love humanities, how i wish i could take'em again. Ah those secondary school years.

The friends i gained then lasted until this very day. Even though some might lead their very own ways but somehow, technology now brings us closer once more. That is an extreme delight for me. =) I really wished i could turn back the time. Honestly, when i graduated from high school 5 years ago, i thought it'll be last of it all. I was given a choice of going a Junior College or the Polytechnic. Obviously, i prefer the latter offer. The whole transition into a tertiary education was hell of an experience. But who can forget their roots?

I know i don't. ^.^

"...for a better future..."

Easter Bunnies

HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY, to all my Christian friends who's attending church service now or later to commemorate this faithful day. A very good afternoon/evening to everyone as well. I slept at 430am last night after playing some online game, which resulted in the uber late tuck in. Haha. I know, me playing a computer game? It's totally out of my league but i guess once in a while, the I.T. geek in me eventually decides to take a sneak peek out of myself.

The eve of the public holiday was spent in town with some of the guys for some dinner and slacking at the good old' Starbucks. Much time spent stoning, chatting, fondling and messing around with the iPhone and taking another long bus ride home.

A very big hello to the long weekends and which is much anticipated by yours truly. I know, being the unwilling militant that i am, the days are being cycled with the much elated thoughts of weekends, public holidays, leaves and offs. It's a pattern seen in most NSFs, unless you're one hardcore pro-army where even a safari bed decks your room at home, with a mosquito net hovering you and the myriad of colours the splashes around you is nothing more than the different shades of green and brown. At least, i do not know any of that sort. Thank god.

The rainy days are kicking in and i'm not complaining. I wonder how's the best friend is coping in Thailand, whom will be back in a week's time. Oh well, the rigourous army activity of a commando. It's funny on how most of us are still stuck here, battling demons of our own in search of the escaped terrorist but yet everything seemed to be normal. Do you get my point?

Everything else around the island especially security wise is uber stringent but the great forging among neighbours, friends and everything else seemed to go as per normal with hardly any sense of threat or trauma. I don't know, but that's the outlook of everything. Town, seemed as per normal except for the occassional men in blue scooting around. Well, i don't know if this is a good thing or not. Oh well, whatever it is, the situation now is making the entire nation in somekind of a weird jeopardy. And are we being to complacent about things? I hope not.

I'm gonna take a shower now and meet up some of my next to kin guys for a while and i hope i won't be late to meet rongsen later. Alrighty. Goodbye one and all. Happy Good Friday again. haha.

"...thank god it's friday..."

Re-entry

Somehow, right now i feel rather whimsical and it feels uber weird. And it's a funny thing because i have no clue why haha. It's like seeing an old friend again; where u sit and get discuss all the bad times and you wallow together with this ghost in feelings of rancor and aggression and in turn self-pity and finally stoic arrogance haha.

That stupid old feeling.

I'm intermittently engulfed by this feeling of desperation. This frenzy of emotions that launches me into a frantic search of reprise. Of comfort in someone or something. To seek solace in whatever i can find it in but unfortunately, the search for it continues. So i'll just rub it out and pretend that i wasnt quite me, that i'm not quite me. Sort of here but not. Man, the melodrama.

The confessions of a teenage dramaqueen.

I'm gonna blame the early hours, where the vast night sky shadows over the entire island in a twilight zone of night and day. The heart and mind runs quizzically, with unanswered questions; burning desires and silent woes. As the silent night echoes menacingly through the thick walls of my abode, the empty heart resides squealling in pain. What a night.

I'm going to take a little nice walk now with lonely

AWWW man.

Alright, somehow i can't seem to let my creative juices flow freely tonight. I tried coming up with more designs, but it's either the computer decided to create a life on its own or, i come up something uber crappy that it's not even worth mentioning. I feel so frustrated with myself. I showed some of my friends my designs. And yes i get alot of comments good and bad, but somehow i was told; it wasn't my best work. Honestly, i myself think i can do better but the problem is that, seriously there's some creative blockage somewhere in the brain causing a massive jam to occur somewhere in my skull.

I feel so unsatisfied and frustrated right now that a throbbing headache forms instantly.

How depressing.

I'm not going to push myself further tonight because what's the point, when i can't do things right under pressure and frustration. And i repeat, the throbbing headache; IS EVIL. It can do mean things to you and your concentration. At this very moment, i can feel as though the brain is being squeezed incessantly. Man, the feeling is extreme euphoria and nirvana, not.

Yesterday, happy thoughts filled the mind when there was a smooth flow of ideas executed. And today, it's the total opposite. Roar. ROARING ROAR.

That aside. On happier note;

MY CITIBANK CLEARCARD IS FINALLY HERE! YAY!

But for now, goodnight and goodbye.

P.S. Thanks to those that gave constructive comments about my designs, you guys are the best.

"...roaroar...."

Busy busy.

I've got my very own muse to aid me in the graniph tee shirt competition.

I've got the flamboyant flora and fauna.
The pretty little things that sparkles in the air.
The fluttering wings of creatures alike.
Decked the paper, in only black and white.

Hardcore the music, friendship it brings.
The strings of a guitar echoes the design.
Melodious rhythms prance in delight.
As i whiz through the dark dark night.

HEHE, man, i'm whizzing my way through the night just to come up with designs for the tee competition. What drives me? Obviously passion and the the friggin' prize money. I may not be the best but i'll try to come up with the best that i could. I've got friends, music, memories and love that inspires me most. The masculinity, that reeks through design is gradually soften by the colours from the heart, sincerely drawn/design by yours truly.

Whee! I hope my works made it. I've got a week to do up everything including printing and shipping to Tokyo. Wish me luck guys. I'll throw in a tiny glimpse of one of my design. It's a mere percentage from the entire design, but i guess that's enough for now. Let me scurry away in delight as i come up with more great pieces.



"...love, music, guitars and rock & roll man..."

Sinful Weekends.

I think the weekends went by a little too fast. Well, what's new? Especially when i'm still stuck under the nation's sacred beast, how dignified and proud i am to be part of it. Seriously, if you guys couldn't get my drift, it's sarcasm at it's worse because i swear my flair for language and such seemed to die on me the day i enlisted. What an extreme bummer.

Anyway, met up with Shawn, Hanming, Hakim, Khai and Sheikh for dinner at Fish and Co. last Friday. It took really a while for Sheikh to get his ass there. After much catch up, and 5 pots of good fish, he appears. So dessert it was for all of us. The peanut butter concoction i ordered was damn good, especially to peanut butter lovers. The strong lingering taste of peanut butter mixed together with hazelnut ice cream really slides down the throat tantalizing each and everyone of your tastebuds. It was orgasmic, trust me. Heh. Well, nothing beats having good food with great friends to go along with it, Yay!







Met up with my usual weekenders on Saturday for some lunch and slacking. Sakae sushi it was. While having our normal catch up sessions at Starbucks, i bumped into Joel and Marcus; pc's from my camp. So my Saturday ended off pretty early because i accompanied my mom for furniture shopping. Other than that, my Saturday was rather, gah. LOL. Argh what is wrong with me?!?!?!

Oh my god. To my realization, my entries are getting mundane. Seriously, my entries are filled with my daily doings and nonsensical equations which is rather repeated and systematic. I seriously either need to get a new life or, come up with creative delightful entries which once used to fill this page daily. Argh. 74 more friggin' days. But then again, it's an abhoringly boring weekend. And currently, i'm busy being bored and that's not even funny. How convenient. Somehow i miss all my friends. I don't know why but i guess it's one of those nights. Oh well, a starbucks a day keeps the doctor away heh.


"...i got your picture..."

Twist and Shout

Sorry for the lack of updates. I've had such eventful events during the past few days that i seemed totally lost in the blogging hemisphere. Well, let's welcome myself back aye? *applause* Nope nothing much had change. Mas Selamat Kasturi is still limp-running around somewhere in the suburbs of this island and clearly almost the entire environs had been combed but we have succumbed to nothing more but a big fat zero. How disappointing.

Okay happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.

I attended my school's Alumni Night the other day in conjunction with this year's Design Show. Alright, it's great meeting my seniors and others that were and some still is in the Design community. Much catch ups were done with the lecturers and good old friends. The following day was the opening of the Design Show. I scrambled down from camp with Farhan and Naim like immediately the clock striked 6pm because the event starts at 7pm sharp. Alright, travelling time from my camp back to school sucks big time. I swear, with such journey, i could have mushrooms growing on my toes on the bus ride back man. Naim and Farhan enjoyed the displays =). The Design Show was okaye. Okay, i'm biased. I won't get over my very own Design Show in 2006 because i think it's the best in terms of location, crowd, industry and works. HEH. The entire show for this year's and last year's seemed rather corporate and functionalised. There wasn't much industry mingling but other than that there were works that captivates me. Well, photos below were from both nights.





Okaye, i'm rather shagged now and i shall retire myself to bed. I know it's rather formal for me to type that sentence out but then again, somehow i feel as though formality seemed to kick in tonight. Don't ask me why. It's such a random thing hmm. BAH. Okaye bye.

"...shake it oh baby..."

Jokes.

I just came back from cycling at the East Coast and the rain that came pouring down was damn unexpected. Headed off to Derrick's for a while and played the Nintendo Wii. That console never fails to entertain me. Oh i saw this ah pek playing the Wii when i was at Sim Lim Square yesterday, a sight which i thought was uber hillarious. You should see his expressions and actions trying to figure the game out haha. It was priceless.

Anyway, i've just printed my namecards for more interviews and stuffs. The design is pretty simple and to some extent it looked rather sleek and clean cut. I decided to avoid the intricacy and complexity of my graphics which sometimes overwhelms the card. I remembered my first name card became was relatively similar to the 1st generation of the ipod shuffle, that even some thought it was a shuffle skin. Haha.

Above are my previous shuffle lookalike name cards, which i think i'm quite sick of it haha because i printed about 300pieces of it and i have say 100pieces left and i can't use them no more. Why? I changed my bloody mobile number. Smart izk, very smart.
And above are my finalised and printed name cards. It's very white and i love it. Obviously, my mobile no. is fake eh. lol

I'm all geared up for work tomorrow, somehow. I think the fever did me well, because i've rested more than enough and i had a dose of cycling done today. Healthy lifestyle eh? HAHA. I'm heading down to Tampines Mall (the best mall in the world) to grab some basic necessities and do some window shopping. Hmmm.

Apparently the crippled fugitive/terrorist that escaped saga say 1 and half weeks ago seemed to prolong longer than expected. The entire drama of having almost the whole island forces to be activated immediately (well does 8 hours after the escape considers pronto?) seemed to carry on and now this issue became the butt of all jokes. Honestly, things are getting a tad more relaxed now. And i'm rather skeptical about it. Well certain jokes are hillarious though. For example;

And man.. check out the visual below. I don't know if it's okaye to post this up but hey.. talkingcock.com did it so why can't i? HAHAHA. okay my laughter came a little late but the photo seemed to be worth laughing about aye? heh.

Well, i hope we could catch the bugger and all before these lame jokes decides to pull a fast one on us.

"....fuk...."

Erm..

I'm dragging myself out of bed because i'm forced too. Argh.

The parental wanted me to accompany her to visit our new house show flat, which we've visited say 1,346,423 times? I swear, she can never get enough of it. I'm eager to move too but clearly not as eager the parental aye. Hey she started packing for the move somewhere mid last year. And we're moving in June this year. Tell me, how does being subtle and docile about the move when kiasuism actually dominates the househeld.

I've got some of my treasured items stuffed in a box somewhere and i can't find some of my clothes and accessories. I've got an Mp3 player somehwhere in the midst of the jungle of boxes and my gazellion shoes buried away somewhere. And nope, i didn't do the packing. It's the parental doing. I've told her like a million times that i'll only start packing in April but obviously she assumes my tiny room would take 20,000 years to pack.

ANYWAY, the fever didn't really subside but i forced myself to walk around the house to sweat it out. I'm going town later to get my namecard printed and maybe some other stuff for my portfolio. I redid my resume because of obvious reasons heh. So yeah, here am i again back to square one; the disastrous days of job seeking.

Alright.

Man. My mom just asked me when i'm getting married?

O.o

"...i dream..."

$1,900 and Headaches.

There's one thing i really hate right now besides the JI terrorist escapade, is the pounding the headache i'm having. I swear, the traumatising and agonising war in my head could cause serious mood swings. And obviously, you could tell that i'm not in my utmost glorifying mood now.

Grr.

I'm waiting for the cousin to give me a buzz later to see whether the plans for tml with the bachins will go as per normal because i'm totally psyched about the award show i'm attending tomorrow Yip! Yeah here i am, with the throbbings of a menacing headache while i wait for a pathetic phone call to see if the tickets are 100% secured for tomorrow. ARGH. The wait is killing me. Literally. It's not a nervewrecking moment or anything but seriously waiting with a killer kickass headache can seriously and totally put an end to my life. I know all the drama for a harmless pounding. Well, be in my shoes and feel what i feel! I swear, you'd be ranting out all the vulgarities as well.

I'd decapitate my head now and throw it into a river with the harsh waves sweeping away the incorrigible pain.

On a better note, Friday is just around the corner which is pretty much equivalent to more sleep ins, weekends, townings and much fun. Ah counting down the days to every weekend seemed to be a religious routine for all of us in the army. Right now, i can understand that everything is all about offs, leaves, public holidays and weekends. Wait until i ORD, where weekends and everything else seemed relatively; same. Hmm. That's an issue i'll ponder lateron in the future.

Oh guess what? My Internet bill came to a whopping $1,900.

I repeat.

$1,900

My heart stopped beating for a minute upon seeing my bill. That explains how the headache got triggered i assume. After doing much calling to the damn customer service at Starhub and stuff, they realised there was a slight mistake in the bill statement (DUH..) and my bill would only accumulates up to $70. Phew. I swear, the moment i saw the 4 digit amount, it scared the living daylights out of me. I was about to give a relentless scream that someone hacked into my account but then again, that's my stupidity doing the thinking. Though there are intelligence in me hiding in some dark corner of myself waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Man, i think i just typed a whole line of utter rubbish. Pardon the retarded.

On a final note, i can't wait to ORD.

I know it's random but hell yeah, i am counting down the days until my coveted ORD.

"...premiere..."

The Winning Moment.

The melodramatic days of mas selamat continues. yah whatever. no one cares the tiring life i lead. screw you mas selamat.

On the other note, today was an extremely great day because of the half day off i took to attend the an award winning presentation at the Esplanade, with the island's man, Mr S.R. Nathan.

All i can say is that, it was a VICTORIOUS night. Am extremely elated. Will grab the photos from Anny once she's online and i'll do an uber scary photoblog. HEH

Haiz. I'm tired but i've got a nice night to spend. Well whatever, my language for this entry seemed to suck and i can't structure my sentences properly. Ah you see what the military does to you.

"..YAY!.."

Hecticism.

I'm about only 80 days to my ORD and i'm one of those lucky few who seemed to go through somewhat close to hell during their NSF days. Gah. It's could be nothing more but massive depression and agonising torture. Okay, i'm exaggerating here.

Gah.

The past week was uber hectic and, i can foresee it to prolong. After the "victorious" escape of the JI leader, i swear life can be at it's utmost happiness right now. And yes, that was sarcasm screaming. Nothing beats being on constant vigilance 24/7, lack of sleep and rest. I'm in camp now, is that surprise? I guess not. I would exchange anything now to ORD this very moment. I managed to run out of camp today for awhile and went all the way down to the grand old Changi Airport to send the best friend off. He's going Thailand for a month to go through the ever so torturous ATEC (i guess that's how you spell it).

The mundanity in life decides to take a twist and literally makes it topsy turvy. Oh well, life. 80 days seemed longer than i expected but then, (taken from shawn's blog) "especially when you have duty or whatever. makes you really want to get the fuck out.. to people who are still inside don't fret! you'll make it soon enough." Very soon, i'll march out of camp with my triumphant return of being a civilian.

Some other randomsicles, Shawn, yes, Shawn Ang (i'd go on with his full name but i couldn't be bothered to type haha.) bought a nintendo wii and decides to rub it in my face.

ARGHHHHHHHHH

CLEARLY, all of you who reads my blog knows that i want that bloody console, yes bro thank you very much for telling me that the wii became your permanent house guest. Making me green with envy. Roar. I'm too tired to even give a convincing roaring roar.

Ok buy me a wii, someone please do? and Shawn bro, buying another one here for a very good friend of yours would be a nice and thoughtful gesture yeah? HEHEHEHEHE.

Okay i'm gonna put my head and eyes to rest now. Yawns. But before that,

If you do see him around, call the god damn police @ 999 (duh...) and save my already depressing and tired life thank you very much.



"...murder on the dancefloor..."

May 2004
June 2004
July 2004
August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009